This is a song about "Alvin brown"

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Our children must be taught, of africa

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

R.i.p to my brown bronco, keep the peace in morocco

But like a porn star i'm best when to swallow

So i'm on my firm biz wit a brick of that foxxy brown

They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

I'm brown. said that already? fuck it i'm exotic/

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

He won't sit down, given the crown

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga